The house was too big for her. Too big even for the two of them. Well, what to do when he inherited it? His parents didn´t die; they were fine and fit and living most of the year down in the Provence. When they came to town to visit, there was the whole first floor of the house ready for them. Zoe and her lover slept in the second floor: many, many stairs to get there. When and how did she fall in love with a rich bourgeois Bruxellois? What a good luck!
— Étrange ? C’est surtout étrange d’atterrir ici, au milieu de nulle part, déclare la Blonde.
— Tiens, il y a quelqu’un. On pourrait lui demander quand passera un train pour Bruxelles, propose la Brune.
Un peu plus loin, un jeune est assis sur un banc. Il tire sur sa cigarette et observe les cendres qui tombent par terre, ne prêtant aucune attention aux deux femmes.
(image by Rory McEwen)
Brbr said goodbye to her co-counsellor Mrtn and stepped out of his dwelling into the freshness of the early autumn evening. The orange-red sun was setting. On the horizon, dark vegetation flecked the purple-blue reflection of the sky on the vast, flat, pock-marked marshland in which her village lay nestled.
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